Fighting with Mutant Creatures was unlike fighting with humans or Devils. It was always bloody, and one could very easily lose themselves in the unending tide of bloodshed and death.
With a swing of his sword, a Mutant Beast was felled. Luke looked around him, hsi eyes bloodshot. He had no idea for how long he had been fighting, nor could he recognize his surroundings.
He was on the shore, close to the water, surrounded by Mutant Beasts and Lightslayers altogether.
He had been beside Winifred and Reginald at the beginning, but he had lost sight of them amidst the sea of bodies.
A huge {King Lobster} snapped its claws at his shoulders. If its serated claws clamped shut, his arms would be seperated from the joint, and he would turn into fish food.
